Tired…

I am tired…

Tired of pleasing
Tired of  breathing
Tired of grieving
Tired of pleading

I am tired

Tired of being tested
Tired of being suspected
Tired of being insulted
Tired of being expected

A Truth… That Has The Power To Destroy Everything You Ever Had

If there was a truth that could possibly put an end to everything you ever had or have, if it was so destructive that it could break your relation, if it was so dangerous that it could destroy your love, What will you do?

Will you hold on to a truth inside you or will you let go of the lie to the one you love?

A truth…
A sweet, tender truth
That promises smiles
That makes relationship stronger
That multiplies trust

But a truth…
From the past
Can change everything
Can destroy everything
Can crash everything
That you ever had

Writer’s Block Is Writers Blocked Behind The Walls Of Words

In the life of a writer, there are moments when you words are just overflowing. You pick your pen and 2 minutes later, you have an amazing poem. Then there are those times when even writing an essay on “My Favorite Color” seems like a rocket science.

This poem is a classic example.  I mean if you read it, it’s very simple but you have no idea how many times I wrote, cleared, wrote, edited, cleared, wrote this poem. 

Writer’s block sux

Sad Song – Where Love And Wounds Remain Forever Fresh

This poem is in response to Sad Song by AhmadKhalifa

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How do I let you know
How do I make you understand
This choice isn’t easy on me either
I am only taking my chance

I Am But Your Shadow…

Where are you my Romeo?
Where are you my Prince Charming?
I stand every night in my balcony
Waiting for you to come
Waiting to be rescued

Oh I wonder if I have to be
Oh I wonder if I should be
Beautiful on the outside
To make you see that I exist
To make you fall in love with me

Is my beautiful heart not enough?
Is my beautiful soul not enough?
I guess not as enough as should be
To deserve your unique love
To deserve your utmost care

Do you not see how much I love you?
Do you not see how much I want you?
Certainly you do not, else you would know
I belong where you are
I belong in your arms

- Aisha